Warm and respectful people

The first time Xia Wen met Shen Xueyu was when she was in her second year of junior high school.

The sun was scorching, and the cicadas were singing endlessly.

The big recess of Class [-], Grade [-], Junior High School, Nancheng No. [-] Middle School was as lively as a large farmers' market.

Xia Wenwen and Shen Anan sat obediently in the first row of the classroom and did not participate in any entertainment activities.

The student on duty who was wiping the blackboard floated over like snowflakes, and Shen Anan took out his math textbook to cover his face.

She pushed Xia Wen with her elbow: "Aren't you choking?"

Xia Wen shook his head: "I will hand out the test papers for the start of school later. I have a hunch that I will not do well in the test this time. When my dad asks, he will definitely check my math textbooks. If he sees that there are only Graffiti, not a single number."

In the middle of speaking, she paused, looked at Shen An'an seriously and said: "Then he will rudely think that I am a child who doesn't like to study."

"Is there a problem with this conclusion?" Shen Anan tilted his head thinking.

If it is purely about grades, she and Xia Wen are indeed not loves to study.

Xia Wen's hand that was trying to copy the answers forcefully poked a hole in the textbook, and tilted his head to look at her: "...I think we can be low-key scumbags."

Shen Anan spread out the blank math textbook and continued rubbing the plasticine in her hands, saying, "You said your father is a physics teacher, why are you the worst in math and physics?"

Xia Wen is quite familiar with this question.

She glanced at Shen An'an: "You always brag that your sister's grades are the first in the city, so why are you coming back to the bottom of the class?"

Shen An'an was discouraged: "I don't share the same mother with her after all, she may have inherited her mother."

Xia Wen kept his hands on, staring at the unrecognizable mathematical symbols to paint gourds: "Your mother must be pissed off when she hears it."

The next first class was Chinese class. The Chinese teacher and homeroom teacher put a large stack of test papers on the podium heavily, and chalk dust flew in a small area again.

The middle-aged male teacher pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose: "Let's hand out the math papers for this test first."

According to the tradition of Nancheng No. [-] Middle School, the head teacher distributes the test papers of each subject.

He continued to snap, "I don't need to mention the importance of mathematics."

Xia Wen and Shen An'an lowered their heads and sighed in sync.

In the eyes of teachers, distributing papers is a very ceremonial thing, and the value of scores can be realized best from high to low.

"No.1, Chen Chuchu, with 98 points, there are still two points that can be avoided."

The chair was pushed back with a rattling sound, and a slim girl stood up.

Everyone whispered: "She is number one again, she has good grades, and she looks good. It's really unreasonable."

After handing out the last two papers, the head teacher took a sip of water, then coughed, Xia Wenwen and Shen Anan stood up resignedly.

"Do you know why the two of you are sitting in the first row?"

Shen An'an replied: "Because I'm short."

Xia Wen went on to say: "Because the grades are in the bottom."

The seating arrangement of Nancheng No. [-] Middle School is very challenging. From the second row to the back, students are seated in order of grades. There is only the first row, which gathers the students with problems.

The head teacher was heartbroken: "It's for you and the students in the second row to learn!"

When school was over in the evening, Xia Wen was still dawdling on the seat.The Education Bureau stipulates that junior high schools do not allow evening self-study, so people go to the building as soon as school is over.

Shen Anan put her schoolbag on her back and asked her, "Are you still leaving?"

Xia Wen took out the math test paper and the physics test paper, and held his cheek in a daze: "The other few subjects are still passed, but these two subjects are not as good as the last test."

Shen An'an found out that she was worried about her parents' signature again.

The school has a perverted rule that no signature is required for passing papers, and parents' signatures are required for failing papers.

"How about I ask my mother to sign for you, and she will listen to me."

Xia Wen shook his head: "It was a fluke last time, but this time it won't work."

In order to emphasize the seriousness of the matter, she added: "My dad said last time that if he fails this time, he won't enroll me in the art class."

Xia Wen doesn't like studying, but loves drawing very much. Half of the 45 minutes of prime time in class is spent in a daze and the other half is used to draw illustrations for textbooks.

"That's quite troublesome." Shen An'an also felt the seriousness of the matter.

Two children sat worrying in an empty classroom.

A few minutes later, Shen An'an stood up from the chair and said to Xia Wen with bright eyes: "We can go to my sister. She is still in school now."

Xia Wen hesitated: "Didn't you say that your sister is so fierce that even your parents dare not offend her?"

Shen An'an patted her chest: "I'm her half-blood sister, so I still have a bit of face."

The junior high school of Nancheng No. [-] Middle School can be entered with money, while the senior high school really needs scores.The school ranks first in the city, and can be ranked in the top five in the province. It is a temple in the eyes of all junior high school children.

Shen An'an took her to the teaching building of the science experimental class of the second year of high school.

The square in front of the junior high school is now dancing, and the high school is so quiet that there is only the sound of pens sliding across paper.

Although it was evening, the lights in the classroom were already on.

The two were lying at the door of the classroom. In the crowded crowd, Shen An'an couldn't find his sister.

She called to a boy who came out to fetch water: "Where's my sister?"

"Who is your sister?" the boy asked.

"Shen Xueyu."

The boy pointed to the classroom on the upper floor diagonally: "The math competition class, the teacher is giving a little tutorial."

The tone is a bit sour.

The two children climbed another floor, and the corridor was already a little dark.

There is only one classroom on the entire fourth floor, and the location is easy to find.

The two of them lay on the door frame of the back door of the classroom like thieves.

The air conditioner was turned off in the classroom, all the windows and doors were wide open, and the evening wind blew mightily.

The bright and open room is filled with brown desks and chairs, and a dozen or so students are sparsely sitting. The green blackboard is filled with unintelligible numbers and equations. A boy is cleaning the blackboard while writing new ones. topic.

There is a glass of water on the podium, and the teacher seems to have left briefly.

This teaching building is built on an artificial pond, and there is quiet water vapor downstairs.

Xia Wen stood behind Shen Anan, frowned and aimed at the people in the classroom.Most of the dozen or so students were boys, with only two or three girls.

A very eye-catching girl sat in the empty seat at the back of the middle row.

Under the bright lights of the classroom at dusk, a thin and straight girl sat with crossed legs, a white school uniform shirt hanging on her protruding shoulder blades, with a black pencil between her fingers, rustling on the white paper .

Her black hair was tied behind her head, exposing her fair and smooth jawline.

"Sister." Shen An'an whispered like a thunderbolt on the ground, everyone stopped what they were doing, and turned their heads.

More than a dozen pairs of eyes looked over.

The girl paused, turned her head, put down the pen in her hand, and walked over.

Only when he got closer, Xia Wen could see the girl's face clearly.The skin is too white, the facial features are clean and distinct, the eyebrows are sharp, and the eyebrows are slightly furrowed at this moment.

Shen Xueyu brought the two of them to the corridor near the railing.Calm returned to the classroom.

She crossed her arms and looked at Shen An'an.

The three stood quietly in a facing pattern.

Xia Wenwen and Shen Anan stood parallel to each other, they were relatively short, while Shen Xueyu, who was opposite her, was much taller than the two of them, and their aura was even more incomparable.

Shen Anan faltered: "Sister, when are you going home today?"

Shen Xueyu: "Is there something wrong?"

Shen An'an still bowed her head: "It's nothing serious."

"Then I'll go back to the classroom first."

Seeing that the person was about to leave, Xia Wen anxiously tugged at Shen An'an's sleeve: "What about the half blood relationship?"

Shen Anan stopped her sister, and it took about 5 minutes to tell the truth.

Shen Xueyu raised her eyebrows: "I'm not her father."

Shen Anan was sad: "I'm not her father either." If it was me, I would sign it for her.

Xia Wen glanced at the two sisters who were vying to be her father: "..."

"But if you don't help her, she will be miserable."

Shen Xueyu glanced at Xia Wen next to her: "She is miserable, what does it have to do with me?"

Shen An'an and Xia Wen: "..."

The two children returned home in defeat.

As the sun set, Xia Wen stood at the door on the first floor with his head hanging down, holding his two tattered math and physics papers that failed.

Perhaps the atmosphere at the moment is too sad.

Shen Anan couldn't bear it, she patted Xia Wen on the shoulder: "I'll go back and find my aunt to sign for you. It is said that she taught calligraphy before."

"..."

Xia Wen knows that Shen An'an is an unreliable person, but at the moment she has no better way, everything is better than being discovered by his father.

In life, there are always adventures to do.

Then she handed the paper to Shen An'an as if she was dying.

When the two children arrived at the school gate, the driver of Shen An'an's family was already waiting. After waving goodbye, Xia Wen turned and walked towards the teachers' quarters behind the school.

At this time, it is the time when the smoke of thousands of houses is lit.

Xia Wen walked in the old community, and the smell of delicious food was everywhere.

She stepped on the concrete steps to the fourth floor, took out the key and opened the door. The room was dark, and as expected, her father hadn't come back yet.

Xia Yuan is a physics teacher in the high school of Nancheng No. [-] Middle School. He is too conscientious, and even gives students a few more questions after school.

At around seven o'clock, Xia Wen was sitting at his desk, counting down to dozens, when the sound of opening the door and turning the keys came from outside the living room.

She knew her dad's life routine like the back of his hand.

Calmly, he stuffed the sketchbook into the drawer, and an English book was spread out on the table.

Xia Wen changed shoes at the door: "Wen Wen, I'm out for dinner."

The meals he ordered in the cafeteria, the teacher's window, and his cooking skills are far better than his own cooking.

After dinner, Xia Wen was washing dishes in the kitchen. When she came out, there was no one in the living room. She scratched her head and walked to her room.

Xia Yuan was flipping through her math textbook, Xia Wen drew an ancient beauty on the sphere, turned a few pages, and the cylinder was expanded into a small castle, getting more and more angry.

Xia Wen stood aside and pointed to the place filled with numbers: "I listened carefully in class, these are drawn during class."

"How did you go on the test?"

The high school and junior high school of Nancheng No. [-] Middle School are only in the same campus, but the management is completely different, so Xia Yuan's understanding of Xia Wen's study is not as good as the eager parents in the class.

Xia Wen looked at the floor and blinked: "It's okay."

"Really?" Xia Yuan asked.

"Really." Xia Wen replied.

The author has something to say:

I found out that I like writing about silly kids the most.

This is probably the joy of liking a fool.